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The
waking
traveller
,
therefore
,
stole
a
little
nearer
,
and
yet
a
little
nearer
,
and
a
little
nearer
to
the
sleeping
traveller
’
s
bed
,
until
he
stood
close
beside
it
.
Even
then
he
could
not
see
his
face
,
for
he
had
drawn
the
sheet
over
it
.
The
regular
breathing
still
continuing
,
he
put
his
smooth
white
hand
(
such
a
treacherous
hand
it
looked
,
as
it
went
creeping
from
him
!
)
to
the
sheet
,
and
gently
lifted
it
away
.
‘
Death
of
my
soul
!
’
he
whispered
,
falling
back
,
‘
here
’
s
Cavalletto
!
’
The
little
Italian
,
previously
influenced
in
his
sleep
,
perhaps
,
by
the
stealthy
presence
at
his
bedside
,
stopped
in
his
regular
breathing
,
and
with
a
long
deep
respiration
opened
his
eyes
.
At
first
they
were
not
awake
,
though
open
.
He
lay
for
some
seconds
looking
placidly
at
his
old
prison
companion
,
and
then
,
all
at
once
,
with
a
cry
of
surprise
and
alarm
,
sprang
out
of
bed
.
‘
Hush
!
What
’
s
the
matter
?
Keep
quiet
!
It
’
s
I
.
You
know
me
?
’
cried
the
other
,
in
a
suppressed
voice
.
But
John
Baptist
,
widely
staring
,
muttering
a
number
of
invocations
and
ejaculations
,
tremblingly
backing
into
a
corner
,
slipping
on
his
trousers
,
and
tying
his
coat
by
the
two
sleeves
round
his
neck
,
manifested
an
unmistakable
desire
to
escape
by
the
door
rather
than
renew
the
acquaintance
.
Seeing
this
,
his
old
prison
comrade
fell
back
upon
the
door
,
and
set
his
shoulders
against
it
.
‘
Cavalletto
!
Wake
,
boy
!
Rub
your
eyes
and
look
at
me
.
Not
the
name
you
used
to
call
me
—
don
’
t
use
that
—
Lagnier
,
say
Lagnier
!
’
John
Baptist
,
staring
at
him
with
eyes
opened
to
their
utmost
width
,
made
a
number
of
those
national
,
backhanded
shakes
of
the
right
forefinger
in
the
air
,
as
if
he
were
resolved
on
negativing
beforehand
everything
that
the
other
could
possibly
advance
during
the
whole
term
of
his
life
.
‘
Cavalletto
!
Give
me
your
hand
.
You
know
Lagnier
,
the
gentleman
.
Touch
the
hand
of
a
gentleman
!
’
Submitting
himself
to
the
old
tone
of
condescending
authority
,
John
Baptist
,
not
at
all
steady
on
his
legs
as
yet
,
advanced
and
put
his
hand
in
his
patron
’
s
.
Monsieur
Lagnier
laughed
;
and
having
given
it
a
squeeze
,
tossed
it
up
and
let
it
go
.
